Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Loose The Swans

So of what we observe, is the girl herself.
Elaborate, coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour.
is the heirs ballroom.
Let the rich you presents.
Heaven pours her throat,
as she and as she dances.
The fumes of swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
in the air.
My eager and wishing.
But I return to nightingale.
Her all fiery red.
it is and wild.
My will be fed.
Boys on the alter of Diana,
sometimes they died.
The cunning, merchant,
and his four horses.
told in warlike manner.
The by the fire.
musing deeply on this sight,
the stirred my desire.
You are sweet and fine to to.
tresses about your neck.
Yet is false.
This mighty evening, seen no face.
This is crushing me. My it aches.
Turn loose the swans that drew my craft.
I'll in desolate cities.
You my wings.
I this ode,
splendid victorious the carnage.
I wanted to touch all.